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may do in their own bedrooms on a willing basis is none of my damned
business. <Wink>

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Brief Note from the author: This is my second such tale in this
genre. Although humorous like the last hypnosis tale, this little
“tail” is very different in its nature and takes darker more
“possessive” even involuntary turns.

Synopsis: This is Bill and Sheila’s life & how Bill handles
getting a dog and solves their bedroom problems at the same
time. Definitely isn’t for the faint of heart...or anyone who doesn’t
like “pet” stories either cum to think of it...lol.

Doggie Style (A pet-keepers tale)

Foreword/After

“Sheila, you are a dog...". Bill grinned as he stressed each
syllable. “A bitch in heat, a rutting bow wow, a major canine
slut”. Sheila slapped Bill with all the strength she could muster
which amounted to a halfhearted love tap. she meant to slap his brain
right out of his fucking head but it was like striking something
underwater. How dare he! her anger grew, like the inflammation of her
private parts, her ever warmer, hotter, hornier private... ugh oh god!
She suddenly found herself licking him repeatedly.

“Get down on all fours”. Sheila felt herself drop to her
paws...uh knees. Her fur felt good against his leg.

“In heat...” Fur? In heat?

He mounted her doggie butt and she braced fourth oh in heat. The
bastard is inside me. But that’s how dogs do it and I’m a
dog...a...a...aaa.h...bitch in heat. Bowwwwwooooooooooooo... It’s
instinctual. how dare he make me...do it doggie style.

In heat. Stroke. In...out...in...heat!

Bill came and thrusted with what he had left until she
collapsed.

Sheila lay there panting. Good dog...

But Sheila knew, she had always known. She was HIS dog and she
would always be in season when he wanted her.

At long last she would be truly happy. She curled up at her
masters feet. And whenever he felt like it he’d throw her a “bone(r)”
and make her happy...

Bill put down his pen for a moment. Perhaps telling the end of
the story first would give people an incorrect perception of him. he
did ( cum???) across as some sort of mind controlling psycho
bastard. Bill crumpled the page he had just pulled from his antique
typewriter with disgust. One of these days he’d have to get a
computer. A pile of discarded pages lay on the floor around the
wastepaper basket. Some day his aim would get better too. He was two
for about forty. In the meantime he had a story to write. A true
story. Bill and Sheila’s story.

The story of how Bill had changed their lives by making Sheila
into his horny doggie slut in heat. A tale of mind control, hypnosis,
and ultimate domination.

How she’d learned to lick his hand, take it doggie style, and on
occasion (if it amused him) to have her fetch his slippers. She
especially liked that...lol. The hairballs when she licked herself or
him were only a minor inconvenience all things considered. Much more
was gained than lost... And for the first time in her life Sheila was
happy.

Bill stared at the last bit he had written. “Man, I must come
across as a real asshole...”

“Bill and Sheila lived in a sexually repressed age and were
typical victims of their upbringing...”

Hmmmm...

“Bill controlled Sheila’s sexuality completely”.

Accurate?

Yes, but...

Bill was sick of his wife’s sexual hang-ups so he had the bitch
“fixed’.

This too was accurate, but slightly misleading.

“Bill loved his wife so he made her into a dog”.

Ultimately this was the only real option.

Chapter 1 Boning Up on Hypnosis and Discovering the Doggie
Principle

“Hi honey”. Sheila gave Bill a heartfelt but completely platonic
kiss on the cheek good morning. The coldness of it gave Bill genital
frostbite. She winced like he’d hit her with a week old halibut. He
moved to kiss her but she whirled away and about the morning
routine. Ice princess one, husband zero... another day like every
other, and the score remained...no score. Sigh.

She would have a real shot at being voted miss repressed
victorian hung up bitch, no question Bill reassurred himself with no
satisafaction.

And when it came right down to it Bill just couldn’t take it
anymore! Something needed to be done. And done before Bill blew and
nut in complete frustration.

Mostly, Bill blamed her backwards parents for raising her to be
the child of a bygone repressed age, but blame wouldn’t fix things
between them. In non sexual aspects their relationship was
terrific. Oh, they fought from time to time like most couples over the
bills and trivialities of everyday life but out of the bedroom he had
to classify their overall relationship as good. But turn out those
lights and “physically” attempt to board the S.S. Ice Princess and all
boarding parties were repelled like pirates from a spanish treasure
galleon. yo ho ho and gross the wench out...

This didn’t exactly help him set the sail and fill it with wind,
obviously, and he to suffered (deflated ego) ever more frequently as
the years came and went and he didn’t for the most part.

Not that Bill and Sheila hadn’t read every adult self help book,
watched hundreds of adult films, got drunk, bought props, in short
tried everything to change this aspect of their otherwise successful
relationship. But in reality it wasn’t enough. And the years of
frustration had created bigger problems and terrible tension that
showed up in the other parts of their life. Bill was becoming openly
hostile and “pent up?” and Sheila withdrew further into herself. The
whole thing was unhealthy.

* * *

Then one night while surfing the web Bill discovered the
“fantasy/ mind control /hypnosis sites so common on the web and read
on intrigued... Mostly it was play pretend stuff, and this was of
little help. They had tried fantasy game play many time before but
Sheila didn’t respond to this any better than anything else. If
anything perusing these exciting fantasies night after night made Bill
even more frustrated,more (angry?)frustrated with what others were
doing while he got a couple dry strokes in a dead fish. From the
thousands of stories it seemed to him that the whole world had an
exciting fantasy sexlife and it was him alone that was condemned to
victorian celibacy. Bills fantasy’s became more aggressive, he had to
fight back the urge to forcibly take what was
wanted... no... NEEDED. But it wasn’t Sheila’s fault. Something HAD to
be done and soon. But what???

So Bill read everything he could find on “real” hypnosis. At
first he was encouraged. Then disappointed.

“The subject cannot be made to do anything that would be
considered against their will normally. Although a suggestible state
exists it is limited by the nature and agreeability of said subject
beforehand.” So that meant a subject couldn’t be made to do anything
they wouldn’t normally do with a little prompting. Sigh.
Still...

Bill spoke to Sheila about the idea immediately even tough it
didn’t really offer much hope. Sheila agreed with the footnote that he
not make her put any large kitchen objects up her ass or do anything
else truly “bizarre” or downright perverse. (Talking dirty wasn’t one
of their problems obviously. They could talk the talk easy enough but
talking and doing were very different animals)

***but not for long—authors note.

Easily Bill hypnotized the very willing Sheila. He got her to do
all the silly preemptory hypnosis things to see she was properly
“under”. Strip, act like a chicken, bark like a dog, feel no pain,
sleep, do an Elvis impersonation while standing on a hassock buck
naked. The usual...

After about ten minutes of this nonsense he proceeded to
“instruct” her in how she would change he sexual attitude and be a
regular dynamo in bed. Sleepily she responded that she agreed and
would obey.

“Go to the bed”. Obvious.

“Lay in a sexually provocative position”. Some resistance but in
the end it got done.

“Spread your legs and beg me to fuck you”. “NO!” Sheila,
bright red with embarrassment snapped out of it and bolted for the
bathroom. “Click”.

Over the coming months they try several more times. Each time
more gently, with smaller steps. Maybe bill had grabbed for the whole
cookie jar and should have been after just one cookie at a time? Still
no luck. Bill didn’t get his cookies dipped in milk or
otherwise.

Great, Bill thought , I can get her to do stupid pet tricks or
dance around naked but cant get her to make love, the most natural of
all acts. Bill went back to his online research.

But oddly enough as they continued to try this fruitless
approach and Bill continued his search for some help it became
apparent that Sheila was coming to like this little “out of control”
hypnosis game even if she still was untouchable otherwise. So they
played the game fairly regularly even though it by this time made Bill
feel to be honest ,quite stupid and silly.

One night Bill was bored and frustrated (which was pretty much
all the time now) and he barked out the order for Sheila (now calling
herself princess in their little hypno-play) to fetch his f-in
slippers. Sheila/princess bounded out of the room and returned with
the slippers in a few moments. At least they didn’t need a pet... he
thought with a sigh. At least as a dog she did what she was told, he
told himself, with a resigned chuckle.

What? Hmmm...

Bill, excited now, tried to calm himself and think this through
more clearly. She liked playing doggie... doggies have
masters... doggies and be taught to... “Lick my hand you doggie
bitch!” Sheila’s expression changed to one of hurt and anger. Sheila
hesitated. Bill snapped his fingers and raising his voice ordered her
to sit and lick. She responded! “Princess lived to please her master
after all...

Sheila? Uh princess? Likes to be a doggie? Sheila indeed did
like being dominated and being a doggie. She moved her ass as if to
wag her imaginary tail. She Had to...

“Then princess is a dog, completely a dog. A female dog. A
bitch. A bitch who must obey her human master!” Sheila barked
approval. Bill now had an idea. “And princess will begin to come into
heat whenever I use the trigger phrase “bitch in heat”. Do you
understand?” Hesitation... “Princess... obey!” Sheila nodded,
looking a little hurt. Dogs are sluts when they come into
heat. Bitches only live to fuck when they come into heat. Ever watch
dogs fuck? You are a dog sheila.

Sheila understood, and princess would obey.

Moments later Sheila had her ass high in the air and was taking
it in the pussy, in the ass, rubbed wetly up and down her crack as she
howled and growled and made her master happy.

When finished, Bill added the first of many suggestions to come
over the happy years. After all, dogs loved to lick things too ,
didn’t they?

It struck Bill was strange how the hypnosis rule wasn’t actually
being broken in any way, just bent to fit her “personal” guidelines so
to speak.

If Sheila couldn’t do many “sexual” things, which she wanted to
, as a dog (which WAS acceptable) princess obviously could and would
as a natural course of events. It turned out that all they ever had to
do was find a “fantasy” that didn’t break her moral preprogramming but
found a way around it. Bill felt stupid. Princess and Sheila felt
grateful. Bill was grateful too as a matter of course. To think, all
they had to do was set it up where SHE wasn’t the one doing those
“dirty” things.

It wasn’t her, it was princess. Needless to say the broken part
of their marriage was “fixed” from that day forward.

Several months later:

The keys rattled against the door lock, searching fruitlessly
for the hole for several moments. Sheila fumbled around But before
Bill could get up the lock clicked and began to tumble. The door
pushed open and Sheila came in, her arms full of groceries which
tottered precariously.

“Don’t get up and actually help me.” Sheila gave Bill a mock
look of anger and balanced the groceries to get a better grip.

Bill mumbled a greeting.

Sheila smiled broadly. Bill didn’t take much notice.

“Bill..? Can we have a dog?” The question was asked shyly, in a
tentative fashion. But still there was a playful note.

Slowly Bill put down his newspaper and turned to look at his
wife. Now Bill developed a slight smile too. This was their long
agreed upon codeword. A codeword for: “please use me. I need you now”.
A way for Sheila to let Bill know he should put her under and “put
princess throuigh her paces”.

How times had changed, he mused.

Bill (even more slowly now, as was part of the “game”) turned to
sheila and sighed.

Her big sad “puppy?” eyes were begging.

“I think Princess wants to be a bad puppy,” Sheila whispered
throatilly, looking down like she was guilty of something very bad
herself.

Some time ago they had agreed that her “puppy” persona should be
complete, and giving her a name seemed to add to the hypno-fantasies
effect. They had quickly agreed on princess, the pampered horny
pup.

Man... Bill thought to himself, He really had made himself quite
a horny hypno-monster.

“I promise she won’t wet the rug”...(Giggle)“Unless you want
me...uh her to...”

Bill sighed again as this little drama called for at this
point.

Sheila reached into one of the bags she was juggling, managing
to switch her house keys to the other hand and slowly pulled her new
studded collar and leash from the grocery bag and waved it back and
forth provocatively like a hypnotic pendulum.

“I picked up a little something at the pet shop today. You could
take your princess for a WALK or whatever else you might want to use
the training leash for...”

“Fine”... he said trying to pretend he was annoyed.

“Princess loves to do what her master wants her to... she’s such
a GOOD dog.”

Bill knew a cue when he heard one.

“Sheila?”

“Yeeeesss” , she squealed breathlessly.

“Listen carefully now...” “Doggie style- slut- obey” (the new
command was much less likely to be accidentally triggered as the old
“bitch in heat” had been. Once he’d had to counter the trigger phrase
at a dog show. A very embarrassing story ending in her attempting on
all fours to chase a car. This incident had nearly ended their
experiments in sexuality. Sheila was really repressed for months. Even
the hypnosis lost some of its effectiveness for a time. But while
under hypnosis Bill had cleverly convinced her it had never happened
except as part of one of their fantasies. She believed it, oh
course. In some ways he really was beginning to enjoy certain control
aspects of their play and so did the hypnotically convinced
Sheila.)

“Obey” she slowly, sleepily repeated.

“Princess sit”, came the firm command. Immediately his wife’s
expression went blank and she dropped everything, assuming an all
fours position. She panted and began wagging her tail happily.

Bill shook his head approvingly. For a dog she was well
trained. He had done a good job. She had about twenty commands
now. But who knows how many commands she might ultimately learn he
thought to himself. She was a real smart dog after all. And the best
bitch he’d ever owned.

Now another thought very slowly occurred to him. One that had
probably been taking root for years One the years of frustration had
subconsciously left imprinted deeply there. Maybe... he could... help
others. Maybe he should see how much further this could go. Sheila no
longer resisted at all. After all, she WANTED this. Maybe he should
put out a doggie training course for the less fortunate Bill told
himself half jokingly. After all, how many people still didn’t know
that the “free will” thing that limited REAL hypnosis had a loophole?
Everyone under hypnosis is willing to act like an animal after
all. Maybe a self-help tape, maybe a book, or better...a video! Maybe
he’d even start a kennel! Bills thoughts turned more serious.

Now there was an idea... a kennel. A school for unruly “dogs”
that needed “training”.... like princess had before he “fixed”
her. How many bitches out there needed obedience training? Needed
their repressed upbringing replaced retrained to be “useful”
sexually. Was there enough demand to make a reasonable living
providing this service? Now Bill was really thinking hard.

Bill pondered... What would people reading this think of
him?

Bill took a moment to consider , and considered carefully, and
finally decided he didn’t give a smelly rats ass what idiotic semi
literate puritanical victorian throwbacks thought , and immediately
sat down to start work on his training manual!

The whole while, Princess sat quietly by his side wagging her
tail and scratching herself. He made a mental note to erase the
scratching thing. Tell her that she had recently had a flea
bath...lol.

What the hell; he told himself, gaining confidence. He didn’t
really need Sheila anymore anyway, did he? Not really, not now he had
his princess... All things said and done, wasn’t that what she had
said she wanted, what was missing from their relationship? What had
finally set her sexually free? What she really wanted?

Bill just laughed and set to work, making another mental note to
stop down at the small business administration to pick up some
pamphets on starting a small business.

In retrospect: Who could have known that all they really needed
all along was to get a dog???

End Chapter One

In chapter Two: “Princess Wets the Rug” we see more of the
humorous aspects of dog ownership, and what it takes to own a
specialty kennel and keep its “unusual” customers happy. So roll up
your newspapers and prepare for the eventual publication of ...
“Princess Wets the Rug” Coming Soon to an ASFR page near you!!!